MRS. VERNON. Well, if his leg's broke, he better not have no meat or stuff that'd feed a fever. If yew kin drink your second cup in the mornin' without milk, I kin spare him some o' that.
JOE. All right.
MRS. VERNON. [Scolding.] An' the milk's hangin' in the cistern. [Takes cup from back wall.] Plague take it! Woman's work's never done. [Exit.
JOE. [After a moment.] I s'pose I could a got it. [Calls.]
Lizbeth!
LIZBETH. [Off.] Yes. [Enters.
JOE. [Scolding.] Why don't you help your poor ma? She's had to go after the milk.
LIZBETH. [Angrily meeting JOE'S tone.] Well, I didn't know it. [Exit after MRS. VERNON.
JOE. [Getting alarm-clock. Calls into shop.] Dave!
DAVE. [Off.] Yes.
JOE. [At door.] You don't need him, Jim?